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Empowered:Bound	By : fant32 Category: Comics > Empowered Views: 5631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of any comic, particularly Empowered, or its constituent characters, plots, and settings. This fan fiction is intended solely for personal entertainment, and I make no money from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One: That's What You'd Think...
- 2-Big Cosmic Pimpin'
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Chapter Two: Big Cosmic Pimpin’ (and a thorough examination process)
[So here’s my sexy homage to Adam Warren’s SUPERB Empowered comic. Check it out. Fans of Emp will notice that each chapter will be named after the Adam Warren story that inspired it. The parenthetical part of the Title is usually either a quote from the story or some other reference that indicates how my story is different or has a different focus. Thus, this second chapter is inspired by Adam Warren’s volume one short ‘Big Cosmic Pimpin’. Adam Warren’s treatment of this story was lamentably short, so my homage will be significantly different. Again, a note on punctuation: in these stories, thoughts will be in apostrophes(‘ and ‘) and sound effects will be in brackets([ and ]). I think this will help to keep the comic book feel of the following stories intact. As always: read, review, and enjoy.]
[Oh, and I tidied up the robot’s speech. Adam Warren’s version had him making up almost every word possible, but that’s a lot of work so I just let him speak like any other lackey. End preamble!]
Several days after the warehouse incident, Elissa Megan Powers, or Empowered as she was known while in her supersuit, was dozing fitfully in her apartment. She lay in bed, drooling lightly, clutching her now regenerated supersuit like a security blanket. Its glistening blue fabric bunched up in her hands as Elissa tightly clung to it in her sleep, the suit clinging to her rolled up body as she pouted in her sleep.
Elissa’s dreams had been weird lately. Weird even for a superheroine with body issues and a problem with being tied up on a weekly basis(or sometimes even more often than that). She kept seeing weird aliens, surrounded by robots and advanced technology, nothing like anything she’d ever seen. The faces were somehow familiar to her, but they were strangers all the same.
And one face seemed particularly familiar. He was pale, with long light blue hair, and angular features that were just feminine enough to be beautiful but hard enough to be cold and masculine at the same time. Strange, green alien markings glowed on his cheeks and forehead, and he was always smiling at Elissa in her dreams, always beckoning her in an intimate way.
Emp woke up with a start, awakened by low rumbling that didn’t fit the normal nighttime ambiance of her city apartment. Even as she tremblingly tugged her supersuit over her naked body, the last image from Emp’s dream was still etched into her memory: the alien man, reaching for her...
‘Stay focused!’ Elissa scolded herself, trying to shake her vivid dream from her mind as she tugged her cowl over her snarled bed-head hair. ‘You’re already bondage prone when you’re wide-awake, let alone in the middle of the night when rumbly sounds disturb you while having moist dreams about gorgeous aliens...’
Elissa stepped up to her bedroom window, looking slowly for anything suspicious as she opened the window.
[Creeeeak]
She froze involuntarily at the sound of the window opening, but after a moment’s hesitation she was out on her fire escape, looking up into the night sky.
‘Good thing my mercilessly-cruel-to-my-body image heightens my senses,’ Emp thought as her super night-vision caught sight of a UFO landing in the city park nearby. ‘Also a good thing my stupid suit is super-regenerative, or it’d be all shreddy from the last--oh, hundred times--it got shredded in the middle of battle just when I needed it most.’
With that, Emp began by climbing onto her roof and jumping to the next rooftop, sprinting and leaping her way to the sight of the UFO.
[WHIIIIIIRRRRRMMM]
A strange whistling hum picked up by Empowered’s super-hearing let her know she was close to the UFO. On her guard, nervous and excited, Emp crept into eerie twilight of the city park, hypersensitive eyes darting at each and every shadow in the dark wood.
‘This is totally lame!’ Emp complained to herself as she probed the woods. ‘It’s nothing but fuzzy, sleepy-eyed woodland creatures out here. And I’m pretty darn tired too--and it sure would be nice to finish that dream from before...’
Emp’s thoughts of her dream were cut off, however, as she made her way past some bushes and saw the UFO itself.
[Gasp!]
‘It’s a real flying saucer!’ Emp said to herself, marveling at the shining disc hovering twenty feet off the ground. It’s almost luminescent hull was just below the treeline, crouched in a small clearing, as if hiding from view. ‘It’s an actual X-files-ey flying saucer! I thought it would be some cool random design. Or a bunch of dorks making a crop-circle-and-light-show hoax!’
Emp looked around the edges of the clearing quickly.
‘Nope, no dorks. This must be real!’ Her inner nerd--the impulse that drove her to get a degree in suprahuman studies--rejoiced at being present for an instance of a close encounter of the First kind: visual confirmation. “Teehehehee!”
Even while Emp rejoiced, however, a brief flash of light arced painlessly and inexplicably across her body. Shortly thereafter, the underside of the saucer slid open in a fluid, seamless motion.
‘Just like the original Day the Earth Stood Still...’ Emp mused, watching reverently.
A domed, metal entity hovered down out of the saucer, floating gently down to the ground twenty feet below. His body was cylindrical, with a domed head and what seemed to be eyes on top, and some kind of thruster below. His hovering body had only two shiny metal arms--more like tentacles, really--that ended in simple rounded clamping claws.
‘Hmmm...now we’re in Lost in Space,’ Emp mused, still keenly watching the strange visitor as it hovered towards her. ‘Eep! He’s coming towards me! I knew I should’ve brushed my hair, damn it! I’m having a close encounter of the second kind, and I got bedhead!’
“Cease, mammalette!” A tinny voice emanated from the extraterrestrial as it hovered towards Emp. “I require you to cease jiggling and tremble to my location!”
“Hey, buddy!” Emp said, charging an energy blast in her hand. “You may be a rip-off of vintage sci-fi, but you can’t talk to women like that anymore!”
[zzzzzzzZZZZZAAAAAHHHHHHHHp]
Emp’s energy blast cleanly missed her intended target--the robot thingy--and instead hit an innocent bystander--the sky. Elissa could’ve kicked herself, but she wasn’t that good of a shot anyways.
“A piddling attack, nubile mammalette!” the robot called out, as it hovered within striking distance of its arms. It’s claw clamped fiercely as it shot towards her.
[KLAKLAKLAKLAK]
“Nice try!” Emp shouted haughtily as jumped backwards, cleanly dodging the attack. Her dodge, however, brought her straight into the path of a thorny bush. Her momentum from the dodge sent her toppling over into the bush before she could react, landing butt-first in the foliage.
[rrrrrriiiiiip!]
Emp felt her power drained as the suit’s thin, clingy fabric caught on twigs and thorns, shredding away the hypermembrane over her butt, thighs, and sides especially.
‘Oh no!’ Emp thought as she reflexively turned ver her shoulder to note her exposed backside. ‘I wonder if I’ll have enough power to--’
It was then that the robot’s twin claws shot into the bush, quickly and roughly wrapping some kind of metal around Emp’s chest just below her breasts. Her arms pinned to her sides, Empowered could only squirm as her alien attacker affixed a similar restraint around her knees, ankles, and a set clamping her forearms behind her back.
“What are you doing, you alien creep?!” Emp shouted as she was tied by the high-tech devices.
Rather than responding directly, the thing seemed to segue into a prepared speech:
“Bwahahaha! Tremble as the legendary Imperial Cosmichains drain away all your superpowers, nubile female!” The robot spoke as he picked Emp up and stood her up in front of him. His claws clumsily wiped away stray twigs and leaves sticking to Emp’s suit, further tearing her clothes. “But you should jiggle with pride, young mammalette, for you are being deeply honored!”
“I don’t feel honored, you robo-tard!” Emp managed to defiantly interrupt her captor’s speech.
“For I, Imperial Pimpotron Alpha,” the robot continued “am recruiting for erotic service most privileged in the Imperial Emperor’s harem!”
“Wha--?!” Emp started ask as the robot gagged her with another alien device that resembled a golf ball with two straps attached. The ball chirped as Emp’s soft lips wrapped around its circumference. The device itself then relayed a recording that sounded just like Alpha:
“Analyzing complete! Subject’s oral capacity deemed succuluscious enough for harem duty. Proceed to technique testing phase!”
“I must obey the oral-meter,” Alpha said with a cyber-shrug.
[bedoop--fwap!]
Emp almost fell backwards in shock as a compartment in Alpha’s front opened and produced a tentacle with a distinctly knobbed tip. Alpha’s claws undid the gag’s fasteners, placed the dampened device in another one of his compartments, and then his tentacle snaked up to Emp’s mouth while his claws clamped around her shoulders and held her at ‘eye level’ with his domed head.
[gasp!]
Empowered held her mouth tightly shut after a brief gasp, trying futilely to lean her head away from the strange phallus. The vile Pimpotron Alpha laughed hollowly.
[HAW--HAW--HAW--HAW!]
“You cannot escape the ministrations of my mechanical member, nubilicious one!” Alpha mocked. “Behold, the ticklish weakness of your fleshly skin, femelling!”
At that, Alpha’s tentacle-penis stroked its soft tip along her cleavage. Emp’s breasts were naturally ticklish, and her suit’s hyper-membrane made her even more susceptible to tickling.
‘And if it weren’t bad enough that I’m tied up and tickled,’ Emp thought has the perverted robot accosted her. ‘But my stupid suit wouldn’t even help even I weren’t bound, thanks to that stupid prickle-bush!’
[hic-hic-hehee--teeheehee!Hahaheheha--hompf!]
Despite her best efforts to resist, Emp burst out abruptly in laughter, and Alpha’s tentacle quickly stuffed a good five inches of its length down her mouth. Emp gagged a little at the thick tentacle entering her gullet.
“Yes, nubile one!” enthused Alpha. “Enjoy the Imperial Tester, and maximize your succulusciousness!”
Emp muffled her gagging, and managed to fight back the desire to retch. Slightly adjusting her head, she was amazed to note the bizarre dexterity of Alpha’s member. Being a tentacle, it curved and pulsed in ways no real penis could. It arced along the top of her mouth, keeping off her tongue so her gag reflex wasn’t stirred up more. Guiltily, her tongue licked around the circumference of the tentacle.
‘Sick,’ Emp thought to herself, trying to supress her genuine reaction. ‘He’s flavored his thingy. That is so gross... Still, chocolate is chocolate, and there’s nothing I can do right now. Stupid suit.’
Justified within her own mind, Empowered began to genuinely suck on Alpha’s tentacled penetrator. The 1960’s sci-fi reject didn’t gloat however, he merely indulged in mechanical grunts as his dexterous member rolled along the insides of Emp’s mouth. Emp gurgled and grunted loudly, dragging her soft lips across the alien metal greedily. Then, Emp was surprised to feel a surge within the tentacle, as though something were moving through it.
‘It’s almost as if he’s going to--to--’ Emp thought even as a powerful spurt of a thick, tangy, fluid erupted into her mouth. ‘Ohmigod! Whatever alien pervs made this robo-reject gave him robot-cum!’
Emp’s body went rigid with this realization, while the tentacle continued to pump artificial semen into her mouth. Reluctantly, she swallowed the unwelcome gift, and was ashamed and embarrassed when Alpha responded by laughing.
[HAW--HAW--HAW--HAW!]
“You have passed the oracular test, mammelette!” Alpha intoned, removing his still-cumming tentacle from Emp’s mouth. Ejaculate spattered on her face and bare chest. “You suck well, and heartily, and you swallow like a grateful pet. Perfect for the Emperor’s Imperial needs! Now, for the final test...”
Alpha roughly overturned Emp’s bound form like a piece of furniture, planting her face-first in the dewy grass with her demonstrative behind flung in the air. Using his claws to tear the last shreds of her suit away--like so much dignity--Alpha faintly gasped at the sight of Emp’s smoothly-shaven vagina.
After taking a moment to admire his view (and allow Emp to feel a fierce, pulse-pounding dread), Alpha’s phallic tentacle snaked into a spring-like coil, carefully aimed for Emp’s pussy, and fired like a piston. The first thrust slid along, painfully pulling the skin of her labia inwards. Emp half called, half gasped at the painfully entry.
‘Damn!’ Emp thought bitterly. ‘It’s like losing Mr. Hymen all over again.’
With most of the tentacle retracting back into his metal body, Alpha’s barely-lubricated member continued to drag in and out of Emp’s sore, raw pussy. Grunting in his tinny voice, Alpha’s cylindrical torso began to pound against her butt, accenting his ore-drilling of her depths. After only a few of these thrusts, however, Alpha stopped abruptly.
“Hmmm,” He mused, looking at the ass he was pounding. “Gluteus miscalculation. Verificating...” Alpha thrust in and out a couple of times, like he was testing out a mattress. Emp grunted in hoarse pain. “Verificated. Gluteus buttography fails Imperial standards. How embarrassificating!”
Alpha slithered out of Emp’s pussy with a sickening, slick sound and hurriedly hovered to his awaiting UFO.
“Sorry you failed the Emperor’s exacting standards,” Alpha called out without turning around. “Maybe you could drop a few stones, and try again later. Keep the cosmichains and this picture of the Imperial Majesty as a keepsake of your application process.”
Tossing an oversized, glossy photo so that it landed in the mud in front of Emp’s face, Alpha flew away. Achingly, Emp lifted her head to look at the photo.
‘Damn weirdo aliens,’ Emp thought. ‘Wanting to truss me up and toss me to some whore-mongering, zitty, jabba-the-hutt-looking...’
The picture was the alien from her dreams. Emp despaired a little.
‘He’s right! I look like a blonde weather balloon, no wonder they didn’t want me,’ [sniffle]. ‘Didn’t want to be in your stupid harem anyway...’
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